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Room 401	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2377 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pick
up the glass of water. Watch it shake.

�Mercury poisoning�� he
mutters. �Doesn�t it suck?� He looks over at the other occupant of the room.
�Doesn�t that suck, Kaiba? The fucking school blows up � and I get mercury
poisoning. Goes to show you, you can�t even be safe standing in the back of
the classroom, can you? Just fucking wonderful.� He sets down the glass of
water again.

�You know, Kaiba, you�re
good company. I couldn�t have asked for a better roommate � never bother me,
let me eat all your food, keep visitors away. Who�d want to visit us anyway,
right? Just a couple of jerks � well, you�re a jerk. I�m just misunderstood.�
He takes a bite of his special food � have to be careful what I eat now, can�t
have any fish, those things are all just chock full of mercury, and I can�t
have any more of that, can I? �A week and a half and no visitors. Probably a
record, huh? Guess the Yugi-tachi are too busy healing themselves to pay us a
visit, huh? Or maybe they all just gave up on us finally. Decided we�re both
telling the truth when we say we don�t want to be their friends.�

Poke the Jell-O� watch it
wriggle. Watch the hand holding the fork tremble. It wriggles in time with the
Generic Gelatin Desert Number One� isn�t that interesting�

�And I guess little
otou-chan can�t come visit anymore, can he? Too bad you couldn�t get out for
his funeral � you should have asked. Maybe they would have wheeled you out, if
you asked. Me, I�ve only got yadonushi � wonder why he hasn�t visited yet? He�s
such a worrywart � he gets nervous whenever anything�s even just a little bit
off. He has a good reason, though.�

An almost whispered voice
comes from under the blankets of the other bed, rusty and gravelly from disuse.
�Dead��

What? Hikari- Oh, yeah�

�Shut up, Kaiba.�
Clenching the hand on the fork stops the trembling� who knew? �Did I ask you?
Just go back to envisioning Moki�s cherubic little face and thinking how you�ll
never see it again.�

Kaiba falls silent. He
does that a lot. Wonder why?

The white-haired boy idly dumps the Jell-O over on
his plate and walks over to the other bed, and sits, shoving the brunet�s legs
out of the way. There�s a hiss of pain that he ignores. �See yet?� He yanks the
blanket down and sees still-unfocused cerulean eyes. �Guess not.� He grabs the
tray of food and sits back with it. Ooh, fish fillet. Can�t eat that.

�Yum, fish. So�s this whole side burned?� He pokes
the other boy�s lower leg. There�s another hiss of pain. �Would that be a
�yes�?�

�Won�t that kill you?� That�s approximately the
single longest phrase he�s uttered in a week.

�What, poking you?� He does it again. �It�s fun.�

�Fish. Mercury.�

Huh? �Oh, yeah. Whatever.� Poke. No reaction.

Poke. No reaction.

�What happened to �hisssss�? Doesn�t it hurt
anymore?�

Poke. No reaction.

�You just don�t care, is that it?� He pulls the
blankets completely off of him. The brunet makes a noise of surprise and tries
to yank them back up, but that�s not allowed.

He pokes his roommate in the side � the burned one,
of course, drawing a quiet hiss of pain again. �You�re getting really skinny.�

Kaiba pulls the covers back, hiding himself again.
�Leave me alone�� The voice is barely audible.

Shrug. �Whatever.� He drops the empty tray and goes
back to his own bed, and turns on the TV. �You don�t care what we watch, do
you, Kaiba-boy?� Click. Channel changes. Click. Channel changes. Click.

�Hey, look, there�s Mokuba!�

The other looks quickly, too quickly, and the thin
skin of his neck actually tears a little.

�Oh, wait, I guess I�m just screwin� with you. Never
mind.�

Brunet head hides back under the blanket again, and
he grins. Click. Channel changes. Click. Channel changes. Boredom�. I might as
well sleep if it�s going to be this boring. Even Kaiba�s no fun anymore. Who
would ever have thought that Kaiba would ever stop being fun?

�Why are you so boring, moneybags?�

No reaction.

�Damn it, I�m talking to you. Don�t you fucking
ignore me like yadonushi�s doing.�

Still no response.

�You know, it�s a good thing you�re already in the
hospital, because I�m gonna beat the crap outta you��

The door opens before he can make good on his
threat; the doctor comes in. He glares at Kaiba but sits back in bed, clicking
the channels around on the TV as the doctor tends to the other boy.

�I don�t really understand it � you�ve been eating
all your food, but you keep losing weight. This isn�t healthy. Are you really
eating it, Seto, or just throwing it away or something?�

He gets no response either.

�Seto, you can�t keep doing this. You have to talk
to somebody.�

�Don�t even bother, doc. Kaiba�s being no fun like
that. He�s not talking today.� Click.

Doctor glances at him, then back to Kaiba. Stupid
Kaiba. What makes him so special?

�We need to start therapy with that hand soon if
you�re ever going to regain any movement in it. It looks like we can start that
next week; if the healing continues as it is now. Do you have any feeling in
it?� He sees the blanket move slightly; Kaiba nodded. �What is it? sensation,
or�� Different movement � he shook his head.

�He means pain,� he supplies helpfully, looking back
at the TV. �He means it hurts like hell. Isn�t that right, Kaiba?�

No reaction. That�s okay; I�m right. Stupid Kaiba hurts
and he won�t tell anyone. Idiot. They could make it better if he told. Or at
least I�d get to laugh at him.

�Well, that�s to be expected, Seto. The nerves were
badly damaged, and as I�m sure you know, nerve tissue doesn�t regenerate. The
muscles and tendons are healing slowly. If it continues to hurt, be sure you
tell someone. We might have to do something drastic, if the pain is too bad��

Again, no reaction. Doesn�t he care about the
thought of maybe losing his hand? What else could they mean by �drastic�? It�d
be funny to see Kaiba without a hand. See him duel then � yeah, right. Wearing
a DuelDisk on a stump.

�And how about you, Bakura? How are you doing?�

�Meh.�

God, I hate that smug smile� �That�s not much of an
answer, you know.�

�Neither was Kaiba�s.�

�But you translated for him well. Care to translate
for yourself?�

�Meh. M-E-H: meh.�

Still, that smile. Kaiba�d have the right word for
it. Patro-something? Patronating? �And what do you mean by �meh�?�

�I mean I don�t have much of an answer for you, oh
great doctoral one, and Meh means Meh. I don�t feel like I�m doing any
particular way. Meh.�

He gets a pat on the back. �There, that wasn�t so
hard, was it?� And another smile � ooh goody. �Have you talked to anyone about
Ryou yet?�

Talk about�? Oh. Right. Dead. Why do I keep
forgetting that? I�m slipping. �No. And I won�t. Get the hell out of my face.�

�You haven�t even talked to Seto? I�m sure you two
could help each other.�

�Go away.� Now. Go away. Stop talking about Ryou. So
what � that fucking brat�s dead. Why would I want to talk about him?

Doctor stand up. �All right, I�ll go. I think it�d
be good if you would talk to each other, though. You both suffered a loss of
someone close to you, and you can help each other through it.�

Silence from both of them this time, until long
after he�s gone. Then he slides form the bed and sits on Kaiba�s. �Gonna lose
your hand,� he smirks. �You don�t care about that?�

He is answered, at least � a small shrug.

�I think it�d be funny. What happened to it, anyway?�
He pulls it toward him, but it�s bandaged so that he can�t see anything.

�In the explosion�� Kaiba answers slowly and quietly
after a moment, almost as though he�s forgetting how to speak. �I was holding a
tube of� I can�t even remember what� it blew up in my hand��

�Hm. Sucks for you.� He lets the hand go, no longer interested,
and peers into Kaiba�s mostly unfocused eyes. �Still can�t see, I see.� No
answer. �How�s the world? Blurry much?�

Still no answer. It seems that Kaiba�s talkative
streak has run out.

There�s a while of companionable silence, before he
speaks again, casually, inspecting the blank walls. �I�m slipping, you know,�
he says. �Not doing so great. Half the time I forget that Ryou�s dead. Keep
expecting him to walk through the door. Weird, right? Of course, I�m lucky
compared to you� you just sit there all the time, thinking about him. Not Ryou,
your him. Poor bastard.� His facial expression is happily blank and casual, has
nothing at all to do with his words.

�You�re insane�� Kaiba says quietly; he just nods
absently and begins to play with the Jell-O, watching it quiver in his
trembling hand.
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